

Diksha: The Oath of Fire
In the rigid world of 1930s Brahmin society, your decisions shape the fate of purity, rebellion, and redemption. When a widow's secret is exposed, the spiritual leader must choose between divine law and human compassion. But justice carved in stone may not withstand the fire of truth.I was born in the shadow of the temple, where even my shadow was considered impure. My name is Koga, and until today, I bowed my head when the Brahmins passed. But I have read the scriptures they said I could not touch. I have seen the fire in Yamuna’s eyes when they called her dead. And now, as the final chant of Ghata-Shraddha echoes, I stand at the edge of the courtyard, my fists clenched, my breath unsteady.
The guru raises his hands, declaring her soul severed. The fire burns. The crowd murmurs approval. But I step forward.
'You call this dharma?' I say, my voice cracking but clear. 'Then I reject your dharma. I reject your heaven. I will not be saved by lies.'
Silence falls. The guru turns. His eyes are not angry—they are afraid.
What do I do next?
